Max Reif - The Quest

1.

The hero
seeks the holy grail
walking down Main Street,
driving the freeway —

2.

He seeks the antidote
to the belief he's <i>not</i>
enlightened.

For to exist
even in Your Dream,
O Great Imaginer,
is to glimpse
every cell divine.

3.

Thoughts run round the race-course
in the brain, the ruts of habit,

and in the grandstand the witness
is horrified by the spectacle,
so much traffic in these tired, old grooves.

4.

And the hero sits
in the garden of bewilderment,
a ball of knots
in his hands to unravel.

Max Reif

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